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The Babysitter

Miguel O'hara x Black! Reader

just a random scene I had in my head lol

IDK this is just the vibe that YN in this story gives me. Don't quote me (or do lol).

As Miguel rides home feeling like absolute shit, it couldn't even last long with the idea of coming home to his girls. Everything has been going to shit. Just when he was about to get off, it started pouring rain. His muscles aching his body felt as if he was to fall onto the floor he would never get up. When he opens the front door, he is hit with the sudden loudness of sugary pop music and laughing in the kitchen. He sees YN mixing something in the stand up mixers: while Gabriella is standing on her tippy toes on her step-up. 

Gabriella turns around and sees her dad peering over the wall and she jumps down and runs into his arms. Her patter alerting Miguel he turns around just in time to catch her. 

" welcome home papa, me and YN making brownies." Gabriella explains loudly in her ear. Her normal tone seems to be loud and louder, but hey, she gets good notes home for being such a great kid, may as well let her be as loud as she wants at home.

" I see" Miguel chuckles lightly to himself. Miguel looks up to you: first it starts with your eyes and then it drops to your smile, after sees your shirt with flour all over your green top.

" hi." Was all he could manage at the moment. you really need to stop with all this shy shit, you are a grown ass man he thinks to himself.  

All YN could do is giggle, she's well aware of his slight hesitancy to hold a conversation. If anything, she thinks his crush is so cute. This man with the body of a greek god and presence of CEO uncomfortable in his own skin when it comes to her makes her laugh when she thinks about it,

"hi back cha. C’mon Gabby let your dad come in the house and settle down."

"kk" She must've got that from YN Miguel thought. The more Gabby is with YN, the more like her she acts, he notices.

YN started cleaning up the kitchen leaving Miguel to begin to settle down with no worry of having to clean up behind then. Walking over to him,

"Miguel are you ok? You look really tired" Looking worried.

She said sounding concerned. YN knew how hard Miguel worked for Gabi- and how he forgets that he needs to take care of himself to take care of Gabi.

"Yeah ‘m fine just too many hours looking at a computer."

Miguel justifies weakly. His eye bags are bigger and his shoulders are slumped. His head has been down the whole time he’s been back home, Gabi doesn’t realize since her dad has to look down at her anyways. All words to say, Miguel looks more than tired, he looks defeated.

"Idk sweets, you don’t look too good" rubbing one of his shoulders.

Miguels heart did a back flip, his breath was taken away. He loved when you called him pet names. Fed his imagination that you guys were in love and this was your little family, and no that this was just a broken family and she is a babysitter. 

After so many years, Miguel and YN began a little bit of a friendship, if you can call pining after someone twice Miguels age and realizing that is unrealistic and settling for what he can get, a friendship.

" I’ll be fine after some rest." Miguel said trying to persuade YN. As much as he'd love the reality of her wrapping her arms around him while he takes a nap to come true.

"yeah maybe you should do that. " teasing him a little was a little treat you could affordI every once and while, ’ll leave after I clean up." getting back to wiping down the counters of sugar and raw cookie dough.

"Oh definetly not, it is pouring outside, stay here. " He quickly inserted. He hated being out there, let alone having his daughter’s sweet gorgeous and talented babysitter out there.

"I don’t want to intrude or anything" YN looking a little uneasy. As much as you'd love to, staying over at your crushes house never ended well in the past.

Miguel: No, stay. Plus Gabby would love to have you here (there was a pause) Even if she’s only going to be up for another 30 minutes. 

YN snorted a little bit and ended up nodding her head. 

As YN was cleaning up the kitchen she began to really think, about Miguel’s movements. She knows that she likes him, and she has been trying to stay professional, but sometimes, it just oozes out of her. 

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Y'all I need help

Ok boom there was this one fanfic it was like ceo!eren x assistant reader. and he's pining after he BUT he's in the midst of like a divorce mikes (due to an arranged marriage) he's like German and they flew to Germany one chapter.

I swear I'm not crazy- it was like years ago and ive been looking for forever

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GUYS I FOUND MY SINGLE DAD BAKUGOU OUTLINE 🥳🥳🥳🥳

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Little thought I found while reading through my old journals

I think I'm gonna do Gojo x black!reader

*when I wrote this blurb I was DEEP in Marauders lore LMAOOO

"why don't we all play a game of truth or dare." Geto through out. It was boring to sit with nothing to do, but it was really to get the awkward and stagnant air to lighten up. Satoru was doing nothing but stare and YN and YN was doing nothing but doing everything but noticing Gojo: it was miserable for everyone.

YN smiled in Suguru's direction getting in a circle along with everyone else to play. Everyone was worried, especially Nanami, YN was like an older sister to him, and he already knows how she is, she can't breakdown: not in front of anyone- herself included.

Nanami has been keeping a close eye on her, especially since everyone found out about Gojo and Umi making out in the bathroom during a party.

It was turmoil for the whole friendgroup honestly. YN played the part of moving on well; however, Gojo wasn't that great of an actor. He was miserable. Every class he was desperate to get her attention. YN even went to Yaga convincing him that YN and him were unfit to be partners.

"Satoru" Was all Gojo heard after snapping out of his thoughts, it was Umi. Umi and YN were the close. Umi knew she made her bed and needs to lie in it, there's no going back to YN after this, she may as well do all she can to get what she wants then. "Satoru truth or dare."

Gojo didn't take his eyes off of YN.

"Truth" he whispered.

"How do you feel about YN?"

Everyone snapped their heads toward her. Shoko was about to say something until

"I love her."

YN was praying to everything in the heavens that her poker face sustained her. But she wanted to melt, this was all she wanted to hear. She was going to look his direction when the video of her best friend and her...not-boyfriend were caught making out in the bathroom broke her heart all over again.

"bullshit." YN rolls her eyes.

"YNN truth or dare"

For the first time all night, YN looked at Gojo. His eye bags are a deeper purple and his clothes are more wrinkled. He doesn't even look this rough waking up in the morning. But it's her baby, a stupid boy that she loved that just said he loved her too, but what can she do when he's hurt her this way?

"dare"

"tell me how you feel about me?" At this point, Gojo doesn't even care who's there, he can't go on like this forever.

"Pass, truth"

"tell the truth about how you feel about me"

"Pass again"

"Why won't you tell me"

"Gojo drop it and talk to your girlfriend" "YN just please-'

"IT WON'T MAKE A FUCKING DIFFERENCE, JUST DROP IT"

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I don't even feel like editing. was it bad? yes, but me 4 years ago kinda ate for having only 3 brain cells.

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Blurb I Found in the depths of my journals

What if there was a dragon shifter in House of Dragon 

Valaryan reader who can shift into her dragon: Medusa 

Political war over her. And she is constantly called on or used as a pet. 

“People think we are closer the gods because of our dragons, but with out them were are the same as them.” Not her though, no she is the closest to the gods that any of us can get. 

She is counted as a Targaryen princess (adopted by them and taught their ways). 

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Chapter 3: Ludus (playful love)

I often feel like Hephaestus, the throwed away one; the ugly one; the crafter. People only care about the craft and never the crafter. 

I write this story, as a manifestation of a love I would like to receive. 

Hephaestus!Reiner x black reader (at certain points)

this chapter and a couple other chapters are going to be build ups to the love story of Reiner x YN

Heads up: abandonment, self hate, rejection, shame, angst, fluff, maybe smut (later) idk, happy ending :)

This story is based off the poem by Nikola Gill the story of Hephaestus 

This has become a loosely connected story of my version of Hephaestus. Think of these are prologues to the beginning of the yn x reiner story lol. Just trying to get some extra character build in here but yeah.

Reiner always knew that he was him and Aphrodite was aphrodite. He would never get the chance than many mortals and immortals pray for- that was until,

“Are you forcing a marriage on her? Why not marry her to my brother, she already desires him- why me?’ 

“Because you are who you are, Hephaestus.”

“I do not follow, father” Zeus groans at his son, “ Aphrodite, the jewel of Olympus, is fought and sought over by many. Having her to be wed will stop the wars.” He enunciates.

“A war began by her?”

“You know not what love  can do to a man, it can cause the beginning and ending to kingdoms. Love is a dangerous and powerful tool.” 

“If it is a tool, what are we to do with it?” 

“You are beginning to think like a god, my child.” Maybe this won't be that bad Reiner thought to himself. 

He walks back to his chambers from his meeting with Zeus thinking of YN, what would YN have me do? She did not believe in love being a tool- to love was a gift from the gods, it would break her heart to realize they, themselves, do not love.

He walks into any empty space that smells of sweat and sex- Reiner sighed to himself. He used to love Aphrodite, or he thought he did. She was everything that he had ever wanted until he found everything that he needed, her frivolity with the heart has a sour aftertaste that he refuses to swallow- her presence disrupts his work. For whatever reason, his pull away has been magnatizing her closer to him.  

It has been 3 years, 8 months, 25 days. He missed everyone he loved, everyone who loved him. Feeling as if you are an outsider to everything and everyone. Even to the flora and fauna, his Olympian air has been ‘contaminated’ with humanity. He sits in his workshop tinkering with olympian steel when the presence of his wife comes in. 

Aphrodite came up behind his hunched-over body caressing his shoulders and arms,

“Do you love me, Hephaestus?” she whispers into his ear. There was a time where her whispers was everything he desired. Now, even when they are in bed together, all he imagine is YN in her place. 

“That is not my name. That is the name Zeus and Hera gave me, Reiner is the name my Aunt and Uncle gave me.” Aphrodite hums as Reiner begins to sit up. 

“You choose your mortal life over your god life,” She sounds disgruntled. What could they have given him that was so special? The gods, the superior beings, the everlasting ones- what can a mere human give to a god?

“Yes. Humans love differently than the Olympians, they have unconditional love- something you would think immortals would understand.” He says with an exasperated tone.

“Are you talking about your precious YN” she smiles, but they both know there is malice laced on her tongue. Aphrodite is not used to this sinking feeling in her chest. This stomach is ready to throw up the ambrosia in her system.  

“Do not speak her name. She does not deserve your malice. Stay with my brother and live your life as if no one else matters, that is what you have been doing anyways.”

“Well maybe if you gave me the love your brother does, maybe I would love you better than Y-”

“I said do not speak her name”

“I will do as I please- she is not above me- I am the goddess of beauty and desire”

“And yet I do not desire you.”

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Anime characters x Greek Gods Masterlist

Hephaestus!Reiner

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 

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I low-key missed writing. I feel like it's the best way to fall into stories. But yeah Ive been getting into different books and comics. :D

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Miguel ends up hiring a babysitter for Gabriella for summer vacation. Let’s just say, he ultimately begins to fall in love with the younger woman. 

To me, she was, beautiful. She was like the ocean, she was soft, calm, enchanting, but strong and beautiful. 

She was vast, so much I want to see of her; so many emotions, reactions, responses. 

I come in and see her with her polaroid. 

Gabi began to have a wall full of pictures of her and YN throughout the day. Yn would leave them for him so that he could be apart of her day as well. 

It was the same thing for the first month of summer. Waking up to an empty queen sized bed feeling the cold side sighing. For the first couple of weeks he would do so, but then around the 3rd week he began to imagine her being there when he woke up. He would dream it and then he would wake up disappointed reading that she wasn’t there. 

Miguel ends up getting sick- Gabriella and YN are taking care of him while he’s home sick.

Gabriella ends up getting picked up by her mom- YN ends up calling her saying that Miguel isn’t feeling too good. Miguel hot and delirious from his fever ends up copping a feel (she’s cleaning his forehead and sitting on the die of his bed and his arm goes up and down her thighs rubbing and gripping why telling her sweet nothings) 

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Real Quick blurb

Connie x Black!Reader

“Connniiieeee” Yn whined, “pllleeeaaasssee” Connie rolled his eyes, when YN gets like this he already knows that he won’t do shit. 

“You wanna dye yo hair” 

“Mhmm”

“But jus not by yoself” 

“See you’re getting it”

“No.” As Connie began to walk off. 

“Please bubba, you only have to do a stripe”

Ah shit here she goes with the puppy eyes. I seriously can’t believe she’s tripping over some damn hair 

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A/N: Just a real quick idea that was in my head. Needed to get it out. Now, I can get back to writing fr

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Yall school is over I can finally write 😭😭

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See this is the side of booktok I'm on

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bruh idk what to do. Ive got the idea but I can't write. I got fucking writers constipation

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Muse of a poet; muse of an artist

Geto x black fem reader

A/N: just a little idea I had in the shower

You and Geto make love to eachother in many different ways. Physically- all over the place: the bed, the kitchen counter, the shower- anywhere. But you guys make love to eachother in eachothers art work.

Geto has always worked with his hands. You met him in the philosophy 101. You guys were grouped up together and never let go of eachother since.

YN was in an debate with one of the other classmates over MLK- truthfully, she felt as if it was ridiculous to argue with someone on something they have a skewed idea of, but YN loves to fight.

He stumbled upon you at the library nose deep in Audre Lorde essays, he lowkey was a little nervous to come up to you, you were beautiful- just beautiful.

Closed his eyes and took a breath only to see, when he opened his eyes, you were already looking at him with a curious look. She sent a smile to Geto and he returned the look.

He asked her to coffee. You said yes.

Coffee dates lead to library dates which lead to dinners and then studio days

“How long do you want me to sit like this” she laughed to Geto. She’s completely still watching as her lover takes the wet clay and turn it into her likeness.

“Stay still beautiful, you look gorgeous just like this.”

There are days that Geto struggles like anyone- Geto hates critics, he wishes he could just create without the heaviness of his professors approval.

It was a rough critic, Professor Yaga wasn’t too excited to see the same character not fitting the rubric- safe to say- it was an argument leaving Geto drained by the time he enters the shared apartment.

he sees YN snuggled up to a book in the living room and makes a bee line towards her.

Hearing him through her headphones she makes room for him. He then lays he head on her lap.

“Read something to me” he whispers.

“Show thy face, for I desire the orchard and the rose-garden; ope thy lips,” YN bends down to his lips to capture them, “for I desire in plenty. O sun, show forth Thy face from the veil of cloud, For I desire that radiant glowing countenance” (Rumi).

YN rubs his hair as Geto drifts peacefully to sleep in the arms of his muse.

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hey y'all I'm taking spanish this semester, so I'm trying to get better at my grammar- please let me know if it doesn't make sense, I did most of it without translator so I could be off ok bye enjoy!

“Con, this is getting just sad, just talk to her.” eren rolled his eyes at his friend.

Connie took a long exhale of the smoke he held in his lungs, closing his eyes,“I do talk to her, I talk to YN everyday: throughout the day.” 

Connie does, matter of fact, he was on the phone with you on his way over to Erens. You and Connie have been close since Highschool- you joined the friend group through Eren: you met Eren at the vending machine. You thought he was funny and Eren knew Connie would love you.

“Bro you know what I mean.” Of course Connie knew what Eren was talking about, connie and the rest world knew he was in love with you. Well everyone, but you, knew Connie was in love with you. 

“Yeah yeah” relighting the joint

“You wont win her over if you act like it doesn’t matter”

“It do matter, me le quiero pero no puedo.” eren and connie grew up together, Eren damn near was always at Connie's house, Eren learned to speak spanish a good as he does in English. He also knew, Connie doesn’t speak spanish unless its something truly he wants Eren to only know. 

“¿Por qué?” Eren replied. 

“Por que, ella es mi amiga mejor no mi amante”

“Pero, ¿ quieres que ella sea?”

“It doesn’t matter” 

“¿no es así?” 

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Oh To Love

by sweetwriter

I often feel like Hephaestus, the throwed away one; the ugly one; the crafter. People only care about the craft and never the crafter. 

I write this story, as a manifestation of a love I would like to receive. 

Hephaestus!Reiner x black reader (at certain points)

this chapter and a couple other chapters are going to be build ups to the love story of Reiner x YN

Heads up: abandonment, self hate, rejection, shame, angst, fluff, maybe smut (later) idk, happy ending :)

This story is based off the poem by Nikola Gill the story of Hephaestus 

This has become a loosely connected story of my version of Hephaestus. Think of these are prologues to the beginning of the yn x reiner story lol. Just trying to get some extra character build in here but yeah.

A huge gasp of air could be heard as Reiner shot up from his laid position. That day still haunts him 5 years later. He was taken in by whom he calls his Aunt and Uncle, they were the only parents he had if he could say it outloud; however, he knows his parents are jealous gods, they can never accept that one can be happier than they. Even though it is not all that difficult to surpass their level of happiness: they're miserable. 

They live in the rural area where he works the land, goat-herd, and looks for stones to make his next creations. 

Reiner- the name his aunt and uncle gave him. It means counsel. They always called him their wise counsel, because he was wise beyond his years. They kept a keen eye for things he had to work on with his hands, gardening, animals; however, he was struggling with creating friendships. They assumed whatever happened before they found him on the foot of mount olympus caused him to crawl into his shell and promise to never come out. 

There was a day, where Reiner was out in the fields, allowing the goats to roam. Feeding an orphaned kid in his lap. And then, there was a scent that made his muscles go tight. Smell of ambrosia. 

The baby goat snuggles into Reiner. 

“I see they treat you as a commoner here,” Zeus chortles. All Reiner could do was stay still; looking forward. He can’t look his father in the face; the very one that threw him down Olylmpus. 

“They are kind here” Reiner whispers, “What does kindness have to do with who you are? You are a god.” Zeus slaps Reiners back, causing the baby goat to bleat. 

“Hera and I have been feeling as if our family, is incomplete,” Zeus continues, “ We want you home; come home to us and your family.”

“This is my family here. I have people I love and those who love me.” Reiner says confused. Why has we waited so long? Why does he want me back home? Only for him to throw me away when he is done with me?

“Humans can never be family to the gods,” Zeus sneered. 

“What about my demi-god brothers and sisters? Are they not included in the family you desperately want me to be apart of?”

Reiner was becoming irritated with what Zeus was insinuating. That his Aunt and Uncle are mere things that have no use nor purpose because they are not gods. They are the only family he has had. 

But oh he desires their love, their acceptance, their appreciation for who he is and what he is. 

He fell for the bait. He was taken back up to Olympus with his father leaving only but a note to his friends and family that he must leave. He must be with his ‘true’ family. Oh it hurt him to hurt the ones that cherished him more than his mother that discarded him in the first place.

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Oh To Love

by Sweetwriter

I often feel like Hephaestus, the throwed away one; the ugly one; the crafter. People only care about the craft and never the crafter. 

I write this story, as a manifestation of a love I would like to receive. 

Hephaestus!Reiner x black reader (at certain points)

this chapter and a couple other chapters are going to be build ups to the love story of Reiner x YN

Heads up: abandonment, self hate, rejection, shame, angst, fluff, maybe smut (later) idk, happy ending :)

This story is based off the poem by Nikola Gill the story of Hephaestus 

“He is dismembered! He will bring shame to my womb” 

Hephaestus hears this conversation, ears pressed against the marble doors.  Looking down at his legs, they didn’t look different to him- I guess it should make sense that the rest of the Pantheon just chooses to completely ignore him. He thought that it was the fact that he wasn't as confident as his brother, Ares or well loved like his half brother, Heracles; nor was he wise like his half sister Athena. But, he thought that people did not mind, he is still young finding his way. 

“You know it is rude to eavesdrop, Hephaestus.” He turns around to see Aphrodite, his aphrodite. He had loved her for as long as he has known what love was. 

“They are talking about my appearance again. How come they never talk about my projects- the very crown she has on her head is a design I created.” He sighs. It has been a time where Hephaestus has conceded that he is gifted in crafts work. He often spent time mining near volcanoes to search for precious gems he will use for his next project. It is nearing his birthday, no one really remembers, so he decided to make a gift for himself.  

“Appearances are everything to an Olympian, we are perfect beings, when one is imperfect, what will that do to the Pantheon” she says softly. Hephaestus notices she often does that, she is harsh with her words and soft with her voice, it does not stop the sting, instead it prolongs it. He is use to the harsh tone. Soft tones are tattooed in his mind forever, for how can forget kindness. But as he grows, he questions whether softness is equivalent to kindness. 

“He looks like a beast because of your transgressions, whoring your love out to whatever you please but your wife. You have put shame on me, and I refuse to accept such thing as a son of mine.” Hera shouted, All Hephaestus saw was his mother storming his way with anger in his face, “mother, what are you” that was all he remembered. 

As he fell that day, all the pain and suffering settled in his chest; The humiliation of being discarded. “Who would want me if Olympus does not desire my presence?” Hephaestus questioned himself for hours as he fell. All the pain and suffering marinating into his bones, the agony wearing down his godly bones. 

He spent his 14th birthday falling from his godliness. His age progressed and his pride of being Olympian diminished.

When he hit the ground his heart rate picked up speed. Gods can not get hurt or feel pain, they say. The agony of falling must��ve weakened his goldy pride because when he fell. Everything held dearly, fell along with that: the pride of being his parent’s child, to be the sibling of all he cares for, the love of another. 

He felt as if his immortal life was over, that there was nothing that he needed to look forward to, all he had to do was aimlessly wander the earth. What he did not expect, was when Hephaestus was thrown off of Olympus and to the mortal realm, he experienced something he had never experienced, love. 

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A/N: HANBDJBFSB sorry it took me so long to get back to writing, I wanted to write all the parts out and then post them individually. I feel less stressed when all the parts are already saved and such. But yeah- leave notes or feedback or anything. maybe even some other mythology x anime ideas. Let me knooooowww

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